“Sammy, is that you again?” The light had a softness to it this morning — a sort...
Light Stories
They say if you follow the moonlight through the veil of elder trees, past the foxglove bend...
In the spring of 2025, beneath the soft buzz of LED strips and the quiet whirr of...
Every morning, just after the tide slips back into the sea, he trundles down the shore with...
As the golden glow of dusk faded to the quiet, dark blue of night, the village was...
Charlie rubbed his eyes and stared out across the undulating water. He had spotted a movement portside...
Custard opened one eye and stared very hard at the fisherman who was hauling the baskets full...
Tongue sticking out from one side of her mouth, she carefully made a slit in the daisy...
Hearing a noise she froze, listening, alert. She must not be found here. The boy startled her...
